"Uugh, my head..."
The silver haired professor awoke around noon on Sunday to a the dim lights from outside creeping in through frosted cream curtains hanging above the ceiling-to-floor windows just a metre or two by his bedside.

Having more of a start when he sat up in bed and wondered what time he slept into, and whether it was evening again, he was pleasantly surprised to find it was noon. But the weather was...ominous at best.
He stretched out his limbs, before reaching out a hand for his glasses on the bedside. Having retrieved them, another yawn left his lips before he finally rose to his feet, a little surprised to find himself still in the clothes from the night before. (Shou usually slept...well...)

Slipping into a comfortable pair of slippers, he cautiously inched his way closer to the window, pulling the curtains aside gingerly. A myriad of tiny drops detailed the pane, and gazing up at the sky left a rather sombre expression on the young man's face. It was raining.

Once upon a time, Shou Matsuoka, a young man in his 20s, loved the rain. He would go out in an umbrella and thick boots and take his dog, who adored the little water droplets to date, out on walks. He would whistle and spin around and laugh in it, and kiss his girlfriend in the rain. The way her nose went red in cold weather and her cheeks went warm...Shou was absolutely smitten.

The man swung open the large sliding door that led into the Veranda, and he stepped out.
[i]Drip drip drip.[/i]
It fell on his head. Fresh little drops that he tilted his head back and tasted. It made him inhale sharply at the memory, frozen stiff for what could be a handful of seconds.

After all, the rain took Alex away, too.

Not enduring the kisses of the drops that fell from the sky for much longer, the man with a solemn prayer stepped back inside and made sure to seal the door extra tight. Hearing a demanding rumble from his stomach, he had decided it was too early for breakfast. He might as well have lunch instead. Having made no former precautions, he was foodless. Therefore, coffee first and food were on his agenda.

And there was nowhere else but the restaurants of busy Shine Junction, for the very best of the best. He decided to himself, stepping out of the shower and slipping on a beige trench-coat coupled with comfortable black trousers.

The very most he could do at home was go downstairs, though he was much earlier met by the two of his dogs, and make himself a strong coffee. Like Ryoki, though she didn't know it and neither did he, he was a fan of taking the roast home and surviving off it for as long as necessary. Today was one of those days. With a cup of coffee soon brewed and in a careful container, he stepped outside with his keys.

His memory, hazy as it was, clicked on two things right then.
1. Oliver was still an amazing old friend, who had driven him home and had the courtesy to bring Shou's Ford back, too!
2. ...that was a Saturday morning cooking class missed.

Sighing, he slid into the car and powered it up against the light fog of the weather. Though wet roads were dangerous, Shou was experienced a driver enough. Setting course for the Tiny Snowflake, the gentleman took a few more sips before being well on his way into the grey fog of the misty afternoon, cut into by none other than the lights of Shine Junction, bright and warm.